Back when my heart pumped with a vigor
Know only by the youth of yesteryear
And the road stretched before me
Back when soft earth rustled underfoot
And the true color of the sky was known
We were told the world and consequently
Forced to wade through misconceptions and biased constraints
These eyes confuse me, yet this heart forgives them the things they see
Dying too quickly
Living too slow
Through the fire
And down the drain
Was the only way to go
Spreading the seeds of ourselves
Through our bluffs and our tells
The wandering walk on
To their graves and their cells
On the histories of the future
We were never more wrong
Our hopes manifest
We perpetuated so long
Trading ambition for expectation
As we clamor through the throng
The twilight of the morrow
The banging of the gong
On the precipice of fatal contradiction
Holding out hands to receive what we were due
Sits a child of every generation
Thrown the remains of all that they knew
Awash in acceptance of deterioration of faith
What is failure in the face of triumph
Mere Maybes tumbling from grace
Thoughts entertained for torturous results
The What-Ifs and Coulda-Beens
Both well established cults
Holding captive the masses
In prisons of self-pity and defeat
We fall victim to the game of society's greatest deceit
The lie proposed
The rules served us all
Equal and fair
We all took the fall
Into a barrel of crabs that we all became
My eyes watch the massacre
In the name of money and fame
The treachery forgotten as we scrapped at the walls
The tender scars on my heart cause my soul's somber call
The sky no longer breathes its tender caress
On the back of my neck I feel only death's excess
I look up at at ceilings of washed out white
Motionless and unchanging
No more flight just fight
I can hardly remember the shade of blue
The brilliant sunsets
The tone or hue
The vision of sunrise so strong and new
The misty fog and morning dew
Back when the true color of the sky was know
